13 weeks

And…welcome to real time on the blog! As of today I am 13 weeks 3 days. Thanks for bearing with me as I got the posts up to speed.

Baby is now the size of a peach, is forming vocal cords and teeth and already has teeny tiny fingerprints.

I took this photo while we were down in Lake Geneva for the weekend. We went down to run the S-No-W Fun Run, which was kind of a bust. I had a bad stomach ache and couldn’t run (which probably was a good thing because I heard later that the course was very snowy/slushy/slippery). Steve forgot his running shoes so he didn’t run either. Doh!

I think I am finally past the queasy phase, and have been feeling pretty darn good. I am still tired and taking naps whenever I can, but I am no longer waking up in the 4am hour. Thank goodness for the little things. I am really happy to be liking normal foods again (no squash yet though). I have even cooked some meals complete with leftovers to eat at work instead of bringing yogurt and cereal. On Sunday night we went to Steve’s parents house and ordered Mama Mia’s take out. The spinach lasagna and garlic bread made me oh so happy. Also, my sweet tooth is raging and I have been having ice cream or popsicles every night despite the arctic temps outside. Speaking of which, all workouts as of late have been indoors, because this happened:

Are you noticing the little negative sign before the 15? It was MINUS 15 degrees on my way to work on Monday. That does not even account for the fact that the wind chill was approaching -50. There is something so wrong about that statement. Needless to say, the treadmill and bike trainer have been my friend lately.

One other interesting thing that I don’t think I have mentioned so far is that ever since getting pregnant, I have been having very vivid dreams. Like incredibly real to the point where it could have just actually happened. I have always been able to remember a lot of my dreams pretty well, but this is a whole new thing when I wake up. They are not necessarily weird dreams, they could be about something as mundane as calling to make a haircut appointment, but damn if I wouldn’t have to check my calendar and make sure it wasn’t for real.

I’ve been getting a lot of questions from people now that the news is out in the open. The top of the list is are you going to find out the gender? and do you think it’s a boy or a girl? 

To answer the first part, yes we are going to find out the gender. I can’t wait until our 20 week appointment to do so. As to which I would prefer, I go back and forth, and I don’t have a strong inkling one way or another. It goes without saying that I will be happy no matter what the gender as long as the baby is healthy. Very early on I had a (very vivid) dream that I gave birth to a 13 pound baby boy. Oh lord. Then the very next night I dreamt that it was a girl. So not helpful. I think it would be great to have a little girl, especially when I think about the close relationship I have with my mom. I would love to have that with my own daughter. But little boys are so cute and Steve could have a little helper doing mechanical things which would be adorable. Also I like boy names better, so there’s that. Just under seven weeks until we can find out!


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